One thing that comes free with every tattoo purchase is lots of regret, whether it's immediate or 30 years later when you are trying to apply for a job. Nothing puts a glass ceiling on your own career like a neck tattoo.
I wonder how much it costs to try to have this crap removed?
It's funny when something you have put on your body for the rest of your miserable existence is spelled wrong. These people will probably never live it down... that's assuming they eventually figure out the correct spelling.
I often remark to myself, 'Gosh, if only there was a vending machine filled with these!' when I find myself in need of odd items, like eggs and used panties. Now... look no further! Coming to a dimly lit alley near you!